Under the gaze of the Underworld youth's icy eyes, Shen Wen'an dared not underestimate him. A faint golden hue began to emerge from his Sword Spirit's body.
This faint golden aura suddenly intensified, forming a three-inch-long Golden Magical Sword in front of him.
At the moment the Golden Magical Sword took shape, the calm and teasing expression on the face of the Underworld youth froze.
"You... a mere cultivator dares to meddle with the power of the Underworld!?"
The cold voice of the Underworld youth was filled with astonishment and anger, his eyes suddenly resembling two deep and terrifying pools!
To Shen Wen'an, those eyes seemed to transform into two eerie, bottomless abysses in an instant, rotating slowly, with a strange force trying to gradually withdraw, disassemble, and absorb his Sword Spirit.
Buzz!
